g next week. I chuckle as I recall Gia’s shocked expression when I told
her that I’d seen her in Aspen. Turns out it was nothing but co-incidence.
She’d camped out at her holiday place to work solely on our plans. For one
awful moment I’d thought she’d had a hand in choosing the ring, but
apparently not. But I still don’t trust Gia; I want to hear the same story from
Elliot. At least she kept her distance from Christian this time.
I look out at the night sky. I will miss this view. This panoramic vista . . .
Seattle at our feet, so full of possibilities, yet so far removed. Maybe that’s
Christian’s problem—he’s been too isolated from real life for too long, thanks
to his self-imposed exile. Yet with his family around him, he is less
controlling, less anxious—freer, happier. I wonder what Flynn would make of
all that. Holy crap! Maybe that’s the answer. Maybe he needs his own family. I
shake my head in denial—
we’re too young, too new to all this. Christian strides into the room, looking
his usual gorgeous but pensive self.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He nods distractedly as he climbs into bed.
“I’m not looking forward to going back to reality,” I murmur.
“No?”
I shake my head and reach up to caress his lovely face. “I had a wonderful
weekend. Thank you.”
He smiles softly. “You’re my reality, Ana,” he murmurs, leans forward, and
kisses me.
“Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?” he asks, perplexed.
“You know. The caning . . . and stuff,” I whisper, embarrassed. He stares at
me, his gaze impassive. Then doub一t crosses his face, his where-is-shegoing-
with-this look.
“No Anastasia, I don’t.” His voice is steady and quiet. He caresses my
cheek. “Dr. Flynn said something to me when you left, something that’s
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inclined. It was a revelation.” He stops, and frowns. “I didn’t know any other
way, Ana. Now I do. It’s been educational.”
“Me, educate you?” I scoff.
His eyes soften. “Do you mis
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